An' threaten'd labour back to keep,
I gied thy cog a wee bit heap dish
Aboon the timmer; edges
I kenn'd my Maggie wad na sleep
For that, or simmer. ere
In cart or car thou never reestit; were restive
The steyest brae thou wad hae faced it; steepest
Thou never lap, an' stenned, an' breastit, leapt, jumped
Then stood to blaw;
But, just thy step a wee thing hastit,